Love Song for My Organs

Love Song for My Organs by ire’ne lara silva details her organs one by one, their gifts, and their deficiencies. She struggles with diabetes and its effects on her body. It’s a beautiful poem that offers a glimpse into her struggles. Diabetes does not run in my family, so I can view the poem from a distance, until I encounter these lines on her pancreas:

you fought the rising glucose hordes fought
until you were spent until you could not go on

years now i have lived on foreign insulin
always approximate subject to wild swings

of not enough too much almost in time
i long for your fine tuned calibration

This is my situation with cortisol and my pituitary gland. The heavy steroids to control nausea during chemo convinced my body it didn’t need to produce its own. My pituitary has gone to sleep and I’ve been living on “foreign” cortisol for four years. With my endocrinologist’s help I am cutting back on the foreign cortisol hoping for the pituitary to wake up. It’s not an easy ride. The excess cortisol (a steroid) was keeping the arthritis inflammation under control. I have more arthritis than I knew. I doubly want my body to wake up and start producing its own steroids, cortisol and others.

Good poetry provides enough to pull the reader in without too much to keep them out.

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Resilience and Diversity, Pt. 1

In hindsight this seems obvious, but for a system to be resilient, it must have diversity. The classic example is mono-culture agriculture. Efficient, yes. Everything matures at the same time so it can be harvested all at once. But when some pest finds an opening, the entire crop is vulnerable. Not just one farm, but all farms with the same strain. Fragile.

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It takes guts to be in Taiwan Parliment

Protests against allowing US pork imports into Taiwan lead to Taiwan lawmakers throw pig guts and punches. I especially like the woman center screen with hand full of intestines standing her ground.

The story lead me to check whether my pork contains ractopamine, a growth additive. Many countries ban it in animal feed. I love many things about the United States, but the weak consumer protections is not one of them.

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Sign of the Times

I read too much news, trying to get some sense of the way the world is going.

People get stupid when they grasp for certainties.

Michael Ventura

Reading Failed Haiku, a monthly on-line publication, is probably a better way to get beyond partisan news than anything else I read. Because it’s monthly, it’s not old news. There is an editor (i.e., gatekeeper) and that can be a subtle slant, but it’s poets words that cut to the heart of our experience.

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A Conversation at the Gates of Hell

My recently published poem, “Conversation at the Gates of Hell,” is about a metaphorical conversation across the political/social/generational divide. “The odd friends: The young liberal and the elderly conservative” is wonderful story of an ongoing actual conversation across those divides. My key takeaway is this:

Our friendship and ability to discuss divisive topics hinges not on our differences, but on our similar approach to life. We both believe in treating others with respect. We both harbour a magnetic curiosity towards those who are different than us. I will always be a liberal. But I have learned it is not just liberals who dream of a better America. From my friendship with Richard, I have learned that Americans’ ideas on how to improve our country often take the shape of their wounds.

Meghan Beaudry

Meghan is the young liberal and wrote the article. The “conversation” takes place over several years. They are both in it for the long haul and for the conversation, not converting or defeating each.

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“Conversation at the Gates of Hell” published

Laurence Musgrove’s latest project, Texas Poetry Ballot, published my poem, Conversation at the Gates of Hell yesterday. He attracts a lot of very fine poets, English professors, and several Texas Poet Laureates, present and past. It’s somewhat intimidating company. This is my third poem he’s published, so I’m getting the idea that maybe I belong in this group.

It’s like going to Black Belt camp and feeling like an impostor. The following week is open to anyone and I notice I’m right where I belong.

When I read interviews with or attend presentations by more established poets, they frequently talk about projects they are working on, a collection of poems written to a specific topic or title. I have two draft chapbooks (Coyote and Lost and cancer poems) I put together from existing poems. The above poem seems like the kickoff poem from a project called Conversations at the Gates of Hell. I have earlier poem that fits in the project. It sounds like a collection I’d like to read.

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“State of the Union” published

A favorite Texas poet, Laurence Musgrove, has a new project, Texas Poetry Ballot, on the upcoming election. He’s accepted two poems of mine. The first was published today. Read State of the Union on his Website, then read the rest of them. They are very good.

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Improvisation

I’ve been playing guitar off and on since the 70s. I’ve learned enough to play electric blues and blues/rock at the amateur intermediate level, but I’ve had no success improvising beyond mixing various rhythm guitar riffs.

Recently I’ve realized I can improvise in my cooking, taking the spices from one dish with some additional spices or herbs with a different protein and a different cooking method. Then I add whatever vegetables are on hand that fit. I routinely roll cut (a Chinese technique, see Simply Ming: Roll Cutting Technique) the carrots and zucchinis in stews and sautes of European roots.

All my poems are improvisation.

With music, it’s easy to point at wrong notes. Other than bent notes, there is no close enough to get by. With daily cooking, off perfect a little is generally still quite good. My distinction between peasant cooking and high cuisine it that peasant cooking is quite tolerant of slight or even moderate changes (most ingredients can easily cut in half or doubled). High cuisine is frequently pushed to the point of breaking so off by a bit often breaks badly.

Maybe it’s perfectionism not ability that stands in my way.

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Lifesaving Poems

As Anthony Wilson tells in The most popular lifesaving poems, he pivoted his blog several years ago to the afore mentioned topic. Mary Oliver’s The Journey tops the list. They all are worth reading. Naomi Shihab Nye’s The Art of Disappearing was helpful as I was completing my Author’s Mission Statement.

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Author Mission Statement

How (And Why) to Create an Author Mission Statement is a guest column on the Writer Unboxed blog. It’s a five step process to getting clear about the goal of your writing:

  • What you write (e.g., poems, essays, novels)?
  • Who you write for (e.g., children, young adults)?
  • Why you write (e.g., money, fame)?
  • Put it together (combine the the answers).
  • Put it to work.

My mission is writing free-verse poetry for a fairly literate crowd (not necessarily literate about poetry) to show alternative views, viewpoints, and understandings. Getting paid is nice, but is not the point. Fame may be embarrassing or counter-productive (see The Art of Disappearing by Naomi Shihab Nye). Getting published where many people will read my work and are likely to get what I’m trying to get across (i.e., with open minds) is the point.

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